We Are All Guilty Here (North Falls, #1)

by Karin Slaughter

It had to be a stranger.

Karin. Is this foreshadowing that it's . . . not?

“Aunt Millie,” Emmy tried to redirect her, “it’s not a bunch of crows. It’s a murder of crows.” “No,” Myrna chimed in. “It can’t be murder without probable caws.”

“Every kid gets a different set of parents, even if they grow up in the same house.”

“A man has to prove himself once. A woman has to prove herself every day.”

“They should call it fuckapause, because you run out of all the fucks you can give.”

True that.

“Is that like a boomer thing?” Celia ruffled his hair. “Gen X you little twerp.”

Forever the forgotton generation.

“Apparently, she’s some kind of crime genius. All the FBI agents are acting like Mr. Collins around Lady Catherine de Bourgh.”

I appreciate this reference.

grief. Virgil had joked about how raising girls could kill a man, but he had no idea how fucking hard it was to grow yourself into a woman.

“Women don’t lead. Men do. They’re the hunters. We’re the gatherers. They’re our protectors. We gotta let them protect us.” “Who do we need them to protect us from?” “What’s that?” Emmy summoned her best Myrna. “From whom do women need protection, Vanna?”

I love this argument.

“When people die, your relationship with them doesn’t end. You find new ways to connect with them.”